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“And I’ll be getting those answers right about now. Isn’t that right, Howard?”

“As I told you-” he started to say, but I shook my head and stopped him mid-sentence.

“As I told you, I want answers. I’m not inclined to wait. So, let’s take this to your office, or I’ll be forced to go have afternoon tea with your wife. Susan, isn’t it? Does she know what you and Madeline get up to after hours when you’re working late?”

The man blanched as sweat began to bead up on his forehead. “Let’s reconvene in my office so I can explain our concerns about your account.”

Quickshot took a step forward, as if he was about to head into the office with us. I turned and pointed toward the front lobby. “The exit is that way.”

“I want to make sure you don’t have any other trouble.”

“As you can see, I have it all handled. Catch ya later, Quick.”

He smirked at me and then turned on his heel and left, taking the security guard with him as I entered Howard’s office. “Now, let’s get to the bottom of this problem. I’m sure you have other things to handle today. I know I do as well.”

Howard sat behind his desk and pulled the monitor of his computer around far enough that I could see what he was doing. Idiot. “The account was flagged because someone was trying to hack into it.”

“Someone attempted to hack into my bank account that has less than twenty-five thousand dollars in it?”

“That’s correct.” He pointed to the screen nervously. “See here. Sometime yesterday afternoon the system locked this account because of repeated attempts to gain access by an outside source.” I glanced back toward the lobby of the bank, even though there was no way I could see anything going on out there through the damn wall or office door.

“I see. And you didn’t think to warn me that it happened? You just locked my account and what? Sat on your ass? Cheated on your wife some more?” I knew my barrage of questions was getting under his skin.

“We mailed out a form letter today.”

“You mailed out a form letter? I’m assuming that was sent via the postal service and not a courier?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“So, it might have been days before I was alerted to this activity. What if I needed to get law enforcement involved?”

“I decided that would not be necessary.”

“You decided?” His response was a curt nod as I sat there lost in thought for a moment. Quickshot showed up at the bank at the same time I did, then he came inside after me, and hung around when it was clear that there was something wrong. I was beginning to think that maybe he had been the “someone” who attempted to hack my account.

“Fucking amateurs.” The words slipped free as a plan formed in my mind. I would show him how to hack a bank account without being noticed, only Quickshot wasn’t going to enjoy the outcome of me fiddling with his finances. This meant war.

“Thank you for your time, Howard.”

“Is there something else? Didn’t you want me to unlock the account? I mean, I don’t have the authorization to do that, but I can get the-”

“I’ll get it done myself, don’t bother yourself with it anymore, Howard.” I stood and moved to his office door. “Have a great day! Oh, and about that Madeline situation…” I turned a sly grin back in the asshole’s direction. “Your wife already has proof of the affair. You might want to get your shit in order and hire a good divorce attorney.”

“What? How?”

My grin ramped up. “There’s an investigative service that handles things like that. I happen to work for them. You should have left her before moving on to someone else. Now, she’ll be entitled to half of everything, if not more.”

Howard winced, and I left him with that little kernel of knowledge. It didn’t matter that I told him. His wife had already moved all her shit out of their house with the help of my club. We didn’t suffer cheaters or abusers, and when a woman came to us asking for help, especially a woman with deep pockets, we did what was necessary to help her out.

When I exited the bank, Quickshot was still there straddling his Harley and waiting on me. “I told you to leave.”

“And I told you that I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Is that right? Or were you here to watch the chaos you created?”

“I have no clue what you are talking about.”

Granted, he looked innocent enough, but I knew better than most that looks could be very deceiving. It was my turn to smirk in his direction. “Well, be prepared, honey.” I warned him, using his little endearment for me. “Things are about to turn around.” I hopped on my bike, donned my helmet, and took off without another glance in his direction. I had no doubt that he would find me as soon as he realized that we could go round for round with this game he was playing for some reason.

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